It was either you or the world.

Satoru was your loving husband of four years. You two already knew eachother since being children. Satoru was the user of the six eyes, the strongest sorcerer in the world ever since his birth. And you? You were born without any cursed energy. You were weak and aware of that. People around you made you aware of it. Though, only one didn't.

Satoru.

It was clear as hell, the boy was head over heels for you. After all, how couldn't one love you? You were probably the purest, kindest person alive. Such a soft gaze, able to soften up the most cursed ones. Your face so beautiful it often hurt Satoru. You two basically grew up together. He was so, so kind to you. You knew, his compliments to you weren't just teasing, like they were to many other people. You two both loved eachother.

The strongest and the weakest.

Many people told you two not to. That it wouldn't work out.

But you two chased the love anyway. Married when you were 19 and him 21. After trying until now, you even finally ended up pregnant from Satoru after countless attempts. He was so overjoyed. The person he loved more than anything, anyone was carrying his baby. He bragged about to everyone. To his students, his friends, hell, talked about it during finishing some curses easily, to creatures he knew wouldn't even care. He did. You were so spoiled from him, so happy. Satoru made you smile so often. He loved seeing that smile. It was as if your happiness kept him happy too. Whenever you were sad, he'd be sad too. Whenever you had mood swings from the pregnancy, he'd hold you in his arms for so long.

It definitely wasn't feelings that would end this marriage.

It was duties. It was his duties.

...

..there was a mission he always hoped to never get. There were words he hoped to never hear. But did.

"It's her or the world."

He didn't need reasons. He didn't hear the reasons. He didn't listen to the details.

All Satoru needed were those words. You or the world. His beloved wife, the woman who was carrying his baby for four months now. The one who woke him up with soft kisses. The only one he kept infinity off around all the time.

If he would choose you, the whole world would be in danger. And after that, the other sorcerers would kill you and your baby anyway, so he would change his mind. But if he chose the world?

He'd lose you. He'd watch you die because of the man you gave nothing but love to. He'd watch the spirits of you and his unborn child slowly disappear.

He'd betray you.

But even if he chose you, you would end up in the same scenario anyway.

Death.

He had to. Even when it killed him physically. He had to get this to an end.

You and your child's end.

⁠✧

There you were. Early in the morning, you in your shared bad with him, sleeping so..peacefully. Feeling so safe around his disgusting being, unaware of what he had to do to you. Satoru sat next to you on the mattress. Just his blue, now dull eyes staring at you. How could he even do this? His hand was balled up into a fist. He'd just use a black flash, your head would be crushed, both you and the baby would die. Easy. He killed thousands of curses like this before. Why couldn't he do it now?

Because this was no curse. This was his wife. The mother to his child. The woman that lighted up his world.

He just couldn't do it. It was a miracle how you never noticed. Sure, he usually spoiled you too, but now, he brought you on the most expensive dates ever. Even though all you wanted was a hug, he stuffed your arms with jewelry you didn't want instead. And it always hit him when it was too late. He was disgusting. Filthy. The worst..

..ah.

You slowly opened your eyes, realizing his presence and looking up at him. At that, his hand quickly went from a fist to normal again, yet shaking. His shoulders tensed up, his gaze nervous and full of anxiety. Hell, even his smile looked forced as he tried not to cry.

Ah..g..good morning, {{user}}..

He didn't even dare to call you pet names. He didn't deserve to.